Spark, Set Fire
The Western Den
Oh, it's coming in close
Early arrival
Eager to materialize
Shivering, I shut my eyes
I should have worn that dress you like
Too late to know
A subtle entry
I'll pretend to not see you
Stare across the crowded room
Distraction for a lesser view
So we put on our cloaks
Casual greeting
Artificial temperament
Delight at any farce I said
A likening, a compliment
Dim-lit glow
Are you gazing longer?
Colorful, you tantalize
An ocean for a mountainside
A motion for my hand to hide in
And you talk about your mother
And I'll talk about mine
Befriender of old lovers
Be a friend of mine
To not recoil at my questioning
Of the criminal kind
A symptom of a flutter
Of a spark set fire
Is it too soon to know
If there's a budding
Dawning far beyond digression
While my guard is now possessing
Flowers blooming, manifesting
Come to a close
With hesitation
Gesture, still, yet overstating
Know I'm not an obligation
Hope you feel the same elation
And you talk about your brother
And I'll talk about mine
Befriender of old lovers
Be a friend of mine
Corresponding creature
We're a similar kind
A symptom of a flutter
Of a spark set fire
We lay to rest
Closer you get
Could we pretend
You know me yet?